Old Girl Looking for Love
The Hymne For The Broken Hearted

In a simple flat numbered 472, rock music jolts up the wall. The duo of antique girls, again without C, yells indeterminate direction singing the lyrics of songs from the gothic rock band Evanescence who once triumphed in his time, what else if not Bring Me to Life.

How can you see into my eyes, like open doors

Leading you down into my core

Where I've come so numb

Without a soul

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up inside (save me)

Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up)

Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)

Before I come undone (save me)

Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without

You can't just leave me

Breathe into me and make me real

Bring me to life

Maryam uses a hair-painting tool as a mic, while Rosmawati uses her hair dryer. No matter the next-door neighbors who are disturbed by their voices (who else if not Kiki, who is currently holding a voodoo doll and preparing to stick a needle). Maryam and Rosmawati just vented their excitement over the exclusive two-ticket prize for attending Charlie Manfred's premiere gala of the new film Zombie's Diaries.

Rosmawati has even forgotten her heartbreak in Justin who apparently already has a lover. He only focused on dressing up as beautiful as possible. That night, the two of them wanted to appear different from usual. With a beautiful dress on loan from the angel helper, Chelsea, they managed to appear much sweeter.

Rosmawati tonight tied a little bit of her hair back with a pretty hair ribbon. Of course the loan ribbon from Chelsea as well. He looks much more graceful when compared to his daily appearance who always wears t-shirts and jeans.

Is a knee-length midi dress with a black A Line model. Beautiful and plain dress with a penjang, which is felt in accordance with the advice of his beloved mother who forbade Rosmawati to dress like an open window.

While Maryam, she tied her hair to the left with a neat hemisphere. Her hair that was already wavy, looked very beautiful after being styled in such a way. During this time, Maryam usually always rolled her hair carelessly.

Not inferior to Rosmawati, Maryam also looks beautiful and graceful with halter neck dress in red heart, which he also borrowed from Chelsea. Fortunately Maryam had shaved off her armpits, so she freely wore the sleeveless dress.

But one thing that became a big problem for them, namely the high heels they wore that night. Ten-centimeter-tall shoes that have managed to make them goosebumps in the truest sense.

Long story short, they finally arrived at the gala location using uber. There, there were already so many people swarming around. But because they both hold exclusive tickets, they no longer need to queue to get the front spot on the red carpet side.

"In a moment, Aa Charlie will pass by" exclaimed Maryam enthusiastically. "Who knows I'll be held together and invited to the photos," Maryam began to laugh.

"But I don't feel good, Mer. What if our high heels do not need to be made? Fear of spraining me," said Rosmawati. He was ready to take off his shoes.

"Eh .. jangaan! Shamefully know! We will not sprain if we run according to the formula!" Prevent Maryam.

"Kayak pe er aja mathematics, there is all formula," murmur Rosmawati.

"Don't, believe me, yeah! The body is straight, the back is upright, the path is one step slowly" said Maryam while demonstrating what she said and soon followed by Rosmawati. Unfortunately, his one-step motion was too wide, until Rosmawati almost toppled. Luckily, there was a pair of hands that were swiftly holding his body so as not to fall.

"Oh my goodness, Memeet! You again, you again?" Complaining Rosnawati exasperated, "do you think you can show up everywhere? Truly a child demon!" Omel Rosmawati was heartless.

"Good evening, Rose. You look so beautiful," said Mehmet while peeping the back of Rosmawati's hand.

The girl did not dodge when Mehmet's lips touched his hand. There was a bit of a strange taste that Rosmawati felt, but soon she was tepis. "Iih .. ticklish tau! Kiss-kiss everything!" Tampik Rosmawati with a ketus, although in his heart he praised Mehmet's appearance that looks very handsome.

That night, Mehmet wore a simple black-and-white striped T shirt combined with a black blazer and jeans. Rosmawati just realized that Mehmet's body was so high. As tall and brave as Mr. BLakes.

"Oh, what the hell am I thinking? Can't! Can't!" Rosmawati muttered as she slapped her cheek slowly as if she was resuscitating herself.

"Eh, the Mamat! Appearing here again, as a sighting," Maryam greeted Mehmet at a glance, as she was seriously awaiting the appearance of Aa Charlienya.

Not long after, the awaited ones arrived. The flashy blitz camera welcomed the arrival of a black limousine car that stopped right in front of the red carpet. Someone opened the door for those in the luxury car.

Maryam and Rosmawati were so impatient when they saw black pantofel shoes that were no less shiny than the car he was riding.

The second view of the antique girl without the letter C was then turned on the legs wrapped in cotton pants that looked very smooth. Rosmawati immediately clasped her best friend's fingers when the handsome man had really appeared. With a white suit and shirt decorated with a bow tie, Charlie Manfred looks so charming and charming.

"Lt!" Maryam cried out in a loud voice. He hoped that Charlie would look at him. But unfortunately, it seems Charlie is busy holding a beautiful actress opposite her in the film that she starred in. A beautiful actress named Taylor Moon.

"She was not heard, Mer," comforted Rosmawati who caught the grief on her best friend's face. "If he's right in front of us, we'll call together, yuk!" Continue with passion.

Before long, Charlie was standing almost right in front of them. Now, the handsome man turned to the photographers who asked him to pose. After the shooting session was over, Charlie walked past Maryam without looking at her.

"Lt!" Maryam again. The girl was sure that Charlie would hear her, because their distance was only one meter. But it turns out Charlie just glanced at her a glance and just passed by. The man did not seem to recognize himself.

"Huh, is that Charlie? Pity the Mary. I tortured myself using high heels, even not glanced at all," regretted Rosmawati who was so sorry to see Maryam who suddenly moody.

"We're going home, yuk!" Maryam's spirit evaporated somewhere. Her tears were almost gone.

"Eh, no! After this, the movie is playing? We're sitting in the front row, Mer. Deket charlie crossbar! Who knows if he'll squirm at you" persuaded Rosmawati. He tried to comfort his friend.

Maryam could not resist the wishes of her friend. Heavy, he nodded and entered the building.

Just as Rosmawati thought, they were sitting right behind a row of Charlie Manfred chairs. "Why not again, huh?" Mary asked doubtfully.

"Well," Rosmawati encouraged him.

A gentle and melodious call from Maryam, with a pat on Charlie's shoulder, did not make the man turn to him.

Sad and disappointed. That's what Mary felt now. "I'll go home, Ros!" He said lethargicly.

This time nothing could influence him to stay. Maryam stood up and left Rosmawati. "How will I go home?" Highlight Rosmawati's eyes so fondly.

"Will there be Memets?" Maryam sauteed with lethargy. "Yes, Met, Rose's nitip, yeah!" Message Maryam without waiting for an answer from Mehmet. After that, he stepped out with a wedge. While Mehmet looks very excited to welcome the request from Maryam.

The poor girl walked down the sidewalk with a bent face. Only two meetings with Charlie, but it made him so happy. Unfortunately, in this third meeting, Charlie did not consider it at all. It was as if it had never existed in that man's life. Very inversely proportional to his sweet speech last night.

Still with her face down, Maryam walked while kicking a small pebble in front of her.His kick was too tight to hit a pedestrian who was right in front of her.

"ouch!" A man who sounded in pain.

Spontaneous Maryam looked up and saw him. The girl was stunned. Maryam's sorrow evaporated from her heart and soul after seeing the figure. "Any Jamie?" Slowly flowed.